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Oh dear god who art in heaven, I'm pretty sure his cock is pierced.
I bite my lip to suppress a moan. Before I can stop myself, I'm sweeping my shorts and panties to the side because I need to find a way to relieve this ache.
Doing this while he's sleeping next to me is almost as good as the real thing.
Yeah right...who am I kidding?
It's a piss poor substitute but since I can't have everything...it's better than nothing.
I'm half astonished and half embarrassed when I slip a finger inside myself and discover how wet I am.
It goes without saying that I've never been wet like this. I've also never been evoked to touch myself before.
And because I'm a masochist, I gyrate my hips against him again.
Only this time, I hear a low and husky groan that sends bolts of desire straight to my sex.
Embarrassed beyond all belief, I quickly remove my hand.
He leans into my neck and inhales deeply. His stubble prickles my skin making my nipples pucker.
“Figures you'd smell like vanilla and cherries,” he rasps.
I want to tell him it's just my body wash but his fingers begin stroking down the side of my waist and I forget the entire English language.
His lips skim the spot just under my ear and he inhales me again. “Why'd you stop playing with your pussy?” he growls low and deep.
I blush a thousand shades of red due to his accusation and his words.
“Me? What? No. I wasn't—” I start to say, until he grabs me and flips me so I'm under him.
His eyes darken. “You weren't touching yourself?”
I shake my head and swallow hard because I don't trust myself to speak right now.
His lips hover over my ear. “You sure about that?” He licks the shell of my ear and I arch against him. “Are you absolutely positive you weren't touching yourself while thinking about all the things I could do to you?” I shiver and his voice drops to a whisper. “All the things I want to do to you.”
The only answer I can muster is a whimper.
He reaches for my hand and gives me a cocky smirk. “What did I tell you about lying to me, Lou-Lou?”
I open my mouth but slam it shut because my body won't let me speak and ruin this.
“Last chance,” he warns before bringing my hand to his mouth.
A moan escapes my lips when he sucks on the finger that was inside me.
I can't even be embarrassed anymore because all I feel is this impenetrable desire he's igniting in me.
He groans and closes his eyes. My eyes dance over his rock hard abs and muscular thighs which are unfortunately covered by a pair of boxers.
“Fuck,” he rasps while sucking my finger again.
Before I can stop myself I whisper, “How do I taste?”
He props himself up on his forearms and his breath tickles my ear. “Fucking incredible.” He licks and nips at my neck. “But—” His eyes rake up and down my body. “That's the thing about forbidden fruit. It always tastes the sweetest.”
I mewl when our hips brush and I feel his dick pressing against my stomach. Our eyes lock and he shifts and thrusts into me. “Tell me you want this. Tell me you want me, Lou-Lou.”
I can't lie to him.
“I w—”
The sound of my phone ringing catches both of us off guard.
There's only two people who have this number—Ricardo who's very much in front of me right now and Bruno.
Ricardo narrows his eyes. “You go
“I have to.” I reach for my phone and bring it to my ear. “Hello.”
“Bambina,” his gritty voice greets me.
Ricardo makes no move to adjust himself or move from his position. He's watching my every move intently, appearing to be fighting the urge to jump through the phone and kill DeLuca on the other line.
“Hey. How's Italy?”
“Don't know,” he answers. “Because I'm sitting outside your apartment complex. You have three minutes to meet me down here or I'm coming up to get you.”
My eyes open wide and nerves scrape up and down my spine. I push Ricardo off me. “I'll be down there in two.”
“I'm in the town car.”
“Okay—see you soon.” I ignore the look Ricardo's giving me and scramble out of bed.
“See you soon what?”
“I'll see you soon, Mio amore,” I say before I hang up.
Ricardo reaches for my arm but I twist out of his grasp. “He's here. Like downstairs here. I have to go.”
He grabs his own phone off the nightstand. “I'll call him and make something up. I'll cover for you. You don't have to see him right now.”
“Are you out of your mind?” I scream. “Of course, I have to see him. He's downstairs right now. He's expecting me to meet him down there in two—” I look at the clock on the nightstand. “One minute.”
I reach for the doorknob but he spins me around to face him.
“I can get you out of seeing him.” He holds my gaze. “You have a choice to make. You either want to stay up here with me or you want to go downstairs to see him.” His jaw tics. “What do you want, Lou-Lou?”
If only it were that simple. I close my eyes and recall all the reasons this can't be.
“I'm sorry. This was a mis—” I pause because I can't bring myself to say that lie. “I have to go see him,” I finish.
He yanks the door open, his expression hard and unyielding.
My stomach sinks and I open my mouth to somehow fix this but he cuts me off. “Go. Just go.”
With a heart full of lead I run out the door and downstairs.
I see the town car circling the parking lot and breathe a sigh of relief that it has tinted windows.
I wouldn't even begin to know how to explain this to Tyrone or Jackson if they spotted me.
Come to think of it, it's a little risky DeLuca's even here right now.
Tyrone and Jackson seeing me with him would blow his whole plan to smithereens.
And there's no way in hell they wouldn't tell Ricardo about seeing me with him, since according to Ricardo they both know he works for DeLuca. And if that happens, it would definitely put the kibosh on Ricardo and I working together. They'd think I was setting him up and if Ricardo continued 'seeing me' anyway, they'd think he was crazy and wonder what was really going on.
Christ this whole situation is such a mess.
The car stops and I pull open the door. With sweaty palms, I slide into the backseat. DeLuca pushes the button and the divider separating us from the driver goes up.
He appraises me and lifts an eyebrow.
Oh, god. He must smell the almost sex I was about to have coming off me.
I'm dead.
“I take it you just crawled out of bed?”
Yes...yes I did. Your son's bed.
“I—” My voice comes out like a squeak and he pins me with a stare.
I never act this nervous around him.
But then again, I've never had anything I'd actually miss if he killed me. Never had anything I was willing to protect with my own life before.
His eyes drop down to my chest and I swear he's calculating my breaths...deciding which one will be my last.
The corners of his lips turn up. “You're still wearing your pajamas.”
“Huh?”
I look down at my tank top and silk sleep shorts. “Oh, yeah. Wow, would you look at that.”
If he notices the sudden relief in my voice, he doesn't let on.
Instead, his eyes flash and he licks his lips.
Oh, no.
Yeah, Bruno wasn't 'on' to me at all...he's fucking turned on by me.